Huh? “Wait—”
“Violet,” Martha interrupts. “Here’s the thing. You and Greyson just need to keep away from each other. We don’t care how you do it. He’s getting distracted. Even his coach thinks so. That fight yesterday wasn’t like him, and you’re the only new factor in his life. His future is important.”
I dared him to do it. A tear leaks out, rolling down my cheek. She’s right—I’m a distraction to him. And there’s my dreams, being dangled like a carrot on a stick in front of my face.
His future is important. It is—and so is mine.
“Fine.” I say it because if I don’t, I’ll never forgive myself. If I don’t chase ballet as far as I can go, I’ll combust. “I’ll send you the fucking bills.”
“Good choice.” The line goes dead.
And I’m left wondering what the hell kind of deal I just made with the devil.
I toss my phone aside.
A moment later, the door opens, and Greyson appears around the corner. He sees me on the bed and smirks. “Get naked.”
My lips part. “We’re leaving soon.”
“The bus leaves in an hour. That’s plenty of time.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Come on, Vi. Temporary truce and all… this is the nicest side of me you’re going to get.”
I swallow.That’s true. He just doesn’t know it yet. So it isn’t too much of a hassle to push my pants down and kick them off. He stands at the end of the bed and watches my little show. I sit up and strip off my shirt, then unclasp my bra and pull it down. The cool air touches my nipples, and they instantly pebble.
I lean back again, raising my arms above my head. My legs open.
His expression darkens, and he tears off his clothes. His cock is already hard, bobbing in front of him as he crawls toward me. He hovers above me, waiting for a moment, then sinks inside me with one hard thrust.
My back arches, my chest brushing his. He drops his weight on me and wraps his arms tight around me. He crushes us together.
I hook my legs around his hips, crossing my ankles, and hold on to his neck.
Thisfeelslike a goodbye.
From playful to serious in a fucking heartbeat.
Regret burns through me, but I shove it aside and catch Grey’s lips. I love the feel of him sliding in and out of me, his skin pressed to mine. The weight of him grounds me.
It shouldn’t, but here we are.
Our tongues touch, exploring our mouths. He tastes like orange juice.
I don’t expect to come like this. I’ve never come without stimulation on my clit. But suddenly it washes through me, and I tighten my grip on him. My muscles clench. He pumps twice more and stills inside me. He lets out a growl that reverberates through both of us.
My heart beats out of control.
He tears his lips from mine and tucks his head into my shoulder. Maybe it was the phone call, or today, or whatever happened yesterday, but it hurts. Everything hurts. My skin, my thoughts, my bones, my heart.
I hold on to him longer. Until our phones go off, alarms set to tell us that we have five minutes before the bus leaves. He releases me, climbs off the bed, and disappears into the bathroom. I lie still, wondering if I can still move after that.
It wasn’t intense physically, but emotionally?
How much can we convey without speaking?
He returns with a washcloth in his hand. He sits next to my hip, and I start when he runs the damp fabric across my core.
“It’s fine,” I say quietly.
I rise and slip into the bathroom. Our stuff is packed and waiting by the door, so once we’re clean and dressed, we both head out.